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Surprised they aren't at CT, would be a logical thing the economy team would use as a mina drain. Gimme glowink!!

{Anglo lore so great, I cant wait to be Uhtred of Bebbanburg}

"I shall prepare my finest of wear!" George would start to prepare his costume.

George remembers passing an Emily at Merryweather earlier, wondering if its the same person.

[!]Copies of the letter would be pinned within the cities of humanity, in open eyes of all who seek to read. 𝚂𝚎𝚛 𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚜 I hope this letter finds you in good health Cousine. I would like to express my deep thanks for your long standing dedication and service to our family. Your commitment to Halcourt has not gone unnoticed, and your leadership has been instrumental in many ways. However, I believe it is time for us to have an important conversation about the future direction of our family. In recent times, I have observed certain challenges and opportunities that warrant our careful consideration, albeit action held back due to slow bureaucracy. It is with the utmost respect and genuine concern for the well-being of our family that I write to you today, in an open letter to the realms, forcing action. I firmly believe that for the betterment of our family and to ensure its continued growth and prosperity, a transition in leadership is needed. Your contributions have been invaluable, but as circumstances evolve, it becomes evident that there are individuals within our family who possess the skills, energy, and vision needed to lead us into a new era of action. This suggestion is not a reflection of any shortcomings on your part; rather, it is a recognition of the dynamic nature of our family and the need to adapt to changing times. Your legacy as a respected leader will always be a part of our family's history, and your guidance will remain cherished. I understand that this request may come as a surprise, and it is not made lightly. I hope you will consider it with an open heart and a deep understanding of the love and respect we hold for you. Your wisdom and experience will continue to be sought after, and your role within the family will remain significant. I am open to calling the family to the moot, as tradition. But inaction will not hold back the family, be it a forced or civil situation Destiny waits for None With haste, The Honorable, 𝔊𝔢𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔢 𝔐𝔞𝔯𝔠 ℌ𝔞𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔱 𝔞𝔣 𝔅𝔯𝔞𝔰𝔠𝔞 Baron of Brasca, Lord of Beaumont His Lordship, 𝔓𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔭 𝔏𝔞𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔱 ℌ𝔞𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔱 𝔡’𝔄𝔯𝔱𝔬𝔦𝔰

George would prepare his speech for his guests on his special napkin.

A large man would be seen around town stress eating.

Username: PORK Persona Name: George Persona Age: 21 Place of Residence / Street Address: Barracks

To be brutely honest after reading the post. LOTC is a place full of social awkward weirdos like myself. If they won't talk to girls in real life, what makes people think they will go out of their way to talk to them in a game?

Milk

"I got a cool helmet!"A large George would cheer from the square above the vanquished enemies

[Love the formatting for your post!]

۩ An excerpt from Journal af Brasca, written by George during his retreat to find both himself, and God 13th of Sun’s Smile, 1941 In the stillness of contemplation, I often find myself diving deep into the recesses of my own soul. It's a journey that requires courage, for there are aspects of my being that I prefer to keep hidden, even from myself. Yet, it is in these moments of unfiltered self-reflection that I unearth the truths about who I am, both the noble and the flawed. One of these shadows that occasionally darkens my heart is the specter of jealousy. Like an insidious whisper, it occasionally lingers in the corners of my thoughts. It's a human emotion, I remind myself, one that can afflict even the most virtuous of souls. During moments of weakness, it has, on occasion, stirred feelings of inadequacy and resentment towards those who have achieved what I have not. Admitting to this vulnerability is like stepping into a room filled with uncomfortable truths. I must confront my own shortcomings, acknowledge that I too am susceptible to such base emotions. It's a humbling experience, to say the least, but it's a necessary one if I am to grow as a person. And then there's the matter of my own corruptibility. The allure of power, wealth, and influence has a seductive charm that can lead one astray. I've witnessed how even the most noble of intentions can be tainted by the corrupting influence of ambition. It's a sobering realization, for it reminds me that I, too, am not immune to the temptations that the world can offer. But here, in the crucible of self-reflection, I also find a glimmer of hope. It is not the mere recognition of these flaws that defines me but my response to them. I am flawed, yes, but I am also imbued with the capacity to rise above my weaknesses. With each stumble, I do not simply wallow in self-pity; I rise, dust myself off, and set forth on a path of redemption. I understand that the journey toward righteousness is fraught with challenges, moments of doubt, and self-recrimination. But it is a path I am determined to tread, for it is in the crucible of my own imperfections that I forge the steel of my character. In the end, it is not the absence of flaws that makes one noble; it is the strength of character to confront them, to strive for self-improvement, and to use one's own vulnerabilities as stepping stones toward greater wisdom and compassion. So, I embrace my flaws as part of the intricate tapestry of my existence. I am George, a soul in constant evolution, ready to confront my own imperfections, to learn from them, and to emerge from the crucible of self-reflection stronger and more resolute. In this journey of self-discovery, I find solace in the belief that, like a phoenix rising from the ashes, I can transcend my flaws and strive toward the light of a better self. And with each step, I draw closer to the person I aspire to be… [Am really enjoying this reflection period of George as he comes into adulthood] [This info would be private unless George shared with you his journal, or you were a horrible person and broke into his house!]

George would place his hammer and sickle down upon reading the missive, confused on what type of commune it was.

𝐹𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓋𝒶𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝒮𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓉 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝑜𝒹𝑜𝓈𝒾𝓊𝓈 ｷ [!]Drunkards indulging in their wimms in celebration! With hearts filled with jubilation and spirits lifted high, we extend a grand and heartfelt invitation to one and all. The Duchy of Stran shall host a magnificent festival, a celebration like none other, to honor the revered Saint Theodosius. This joyous occasion, marked by an air of festivity and merriment, shall unite realms and kindred spirits from far and wide. Let the echo of our revelry resound through the annals of history as we pay homage to Saint Theodosius, the Patron Saint of the Raevir People, the Hussariyan Cross, Messengers, Falconers and Fowlers, and Translators The Festival of Saint Theodosius shall commence in the Duchy of Stran on the 13th of Sun’s Smile, in the year 1941, when the sun graces the horizon with its gentle embrace. [September 10th, at 1 EST] ｷ𝐻𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐹𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓋𝒶𝓁 Partake in a sumptuous feast that shall indulge your senses. Savor the finest delicacies and raise your goblets in toasts to unity and friendship. Be enchanted by a plethora of entertainment options, including minstrels, jugglers, and theatrical performances that shall leave you spellbound. Seek solace and enlightenment as we hold a spiritual gathering in honor of Saint Theodosius. Join in prayers, meditations, and discussions to nurture your soul. Test your mettle in a variety of games that promise excitement and friendly competition for all ages. From barefisted brawls to witty matches of chess, come partake with your friends! ｷ 𝒜𝒸𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑜𝒹𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 Our realm offers a wide array of accommodations to suit your needs, from luxurious chambers in the heart of Stran to cozy inns nestled in the countryside. We shall make every effort to ensure your ease of travel, with well-marked routes and welcoming guides to assist you in your journey to Stran. Prepare yourselves, noble guests, for a festival that shall remain etched in your hearts for generations to come. Let us come together, in unity and camaraderie, to celebrate the wisdom and light that Saint Theodosius has bestowed upon us. Letters shall be sent out to our special guests, yet all are welcome to join us on this great day. His Grace, Ser Istvan Ivanovich, Duke of Stran, Voidvode of Vaška, Count of Pravets, Baron of Vsensk, and Godansk, Lord of Andregrad, Hetman of the Host of St. Arpad, Keeper of the Hussariya, Protector of Raev and the Vaškan Steppe Her Grace, Izabela Anna Ivanovich, Duchess of Stran, Voidvode of Vaška, Countess of Pravets, Baroness of Vsensk, and Godansk, Lady of Andregrad, Hetman of the Host of St. Arpad, Keeper of the Hussariya, Protector of Raev and the Vaškan Steppe The Honourable, George Marc Halcourt af Brasca, Baron af Brasca Her Ladyship, Viktoria Helena Ivanovich, Ward to the Princess Adeline of Aaun

𝒯𝑜 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒, 𝒮𝑒𝓇 𝐼𝓈𝓉𝓋𝒶𝓃 𝐼𝓋𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓋𝒾𝒸𝒽, 𝒟𝓊𝓀𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒮𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃 I pen this message with the deepest respect for the bonds of family and the honor of our respective houses. It is with great gravity and an unwavering commitment to the well-being and happiness of Lady Viktoria that I extend to you a formal challenge. As you are undoubtedly aware, Lady Viktoria and I share a profound connection, one that transcends the boundaries of station and bloodline. My intentions toward your sister are guided by love, respect, and a sincere desire to provide her with a life filled with love, protection, and unwavering devotion. In the spirit of chivalry and respect for the traditions of our noble houses, I propose a match of brawn, a test of physical prowess and valor, to determine my worthiness to court Lady Viktoria and seek her hand in marriage. This challenge is offered as a demonstration of my commitment to her and as a means to ensure her happiness and security. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓂𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓈: Date and Location: I propose that this match take place on the 15th of Sun’s Smile, 1942 at a location and time of your choosing, one that you deem fair and suitable for the contest. [September 17th, 1942][Time TBD] The Challenge: The match shall consist of a test of brawn. A battle of fist or sword, to prove one’s skill in combat. These trials shall be conducted under the watchful eyes of impartial witnesses and judges, ensuring fairness and integrity. The Outcome: If George is the victor, he will move forward in his goal of courting Lady Viktoria, with the intention of seeking her hand in marriage. If George is to lose, he is at the will of Ser Istvan’s judgement, be it banishment or another challenge. I wish to emphasize, dear Ser, that my intentions are rooted in love and respect for Lady Viktoria, and I hold the utmost regard for the traditions and values of our houses. I trust that you will consider this challenge with the seriousness it deserves and that you shall approach it with the same sense of duty and honor that guides us as nobles. I eagerly await your response and look forward to a match that shall serve as a testament to our commitment and respect for Lady Viktoria's wishes. With the deepest respect and anticipation, The Honourable, George Marc Halcourt af Brasca, Baron af Brasca

𝕌𝕡𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣 Beneath the endless canvas of the sky, Where rivers flow, their secrets passing by, I sought the presence of the divine, Amidst the waters' soothing, gentle line. I walked along the river's winding grace, Its ripples whispered secrets in soft embrace, In nature's sanctuary, I found my place, A sacred stillness, a celestial trace. The waters mirrored heavens' endless blue, Reflecting the Creator's boundless view, In every droplet, in each shimmering hue, I glimpsed the sacred, the eternal and true. The river's song, a hymn of life's grand scheme, A reminder of a larger, cosmic dream, With every ripple, every glimmering gleam, I found the divine, like light within a beam In quiet moments by the riverside, I felt the presence of the One, my guide, Among the currents, in the ebb and tide, I found God's grace, forever to abide. So, seek the sacred in the rivers' flow, Let nature's beauty in your heart bestow, For in their depths, where living waters grow, You'll find the Creator, in every gentle flow. ᴱˣᶜᵉʳᵖᵗ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᴳᵉᵒʳᵍᵉ'ˢ ʲᵒᵘʳⁿᵃˡ ᵘᵖᵒⁿ ʰⁱˢ ˢᵉᵃʳᶜʰ ᶠᵒʳ ᴳᵒᵈ

George would scan the missive, wondering where his invite was. "Was always the least liked squire..."The missive would be crumpled and tossed in the fire.

[Notice to my Friends] Dear Esteemed Peers and Cherished Friends, I trust this message finds you in the bloom of health and contentment. It is with both solemnity and anticipation that I share a personal decision that has been brewing within me for quite some time. In the forthcoming weeks, I shall embark on a spiritual retreat, an endeavor dedicated to nurturing a profound and intimate connection with our Creator. This decision is not one I take lightly, but rather it is born from a deep-seated yearning to explore the spiritual dimensions of existence and to seek a closer, more meaningful relationship with God. It is a yearning that has whispered to me in moments of solitude and reflection, and it is a call I can no longer ignore. During this period of retreat, I shall withdraw from the bustling world and immerse myself in the tranquil embrace of spiritual solitude. It is my intention to devote my days to prayer, meditation, and the profound study of sacred texts. By dwelling in the sacred silence and serenity of this retreat, I hope to gain clarity and discernment in my spiritual journey. I extend my heartfelt gratitude to each of you for the unwavering support, friendship, and camaraderie you have generously bestowed upon me over the years. Your presence in my life has been a source of immense joy, strength, and inspiration. As I embark on this spiritual sojourn, I carry your friendships as a cherished treasure, a beacon of light guiding me through the unknown. While I shall physically withdraw during this retreat, please know that my thoughts and well wishes remain ever with you. I eagerly anticipate the day when we shall reconvene, sharing our experiences and strengthening the bonds of friendship that have long held us together. In my absence, I implore you to continue to uphold and fortify one another with the same kindness and camaraderie that have defined our friendships. I have absolute faith in your collective strength and resilience. May this period of reflection and growth bring us all closer to our spiritual callings, and may we reconvene with hearts full of gratitude and a deeper, richer tapestry of shared experiences. With heartfelt regards and unwavering gratitude, George af Brasca [Going to the lake tomorrow, Don't bother me]

The young lord would sign off on the edict. "For the river flows onwards!" George would return to his chambers, nursing a boar injury.

"I once was an adventurer like you... till the arrow took my knee." The young man states to no one

For the Petra!

Loving the tutorials!